Tell him everything

"Fuck me," Scott said, leaning on the counter. His eyes were wide as he ran a hand through his hair. "That's a hell of a story."

"It's the truth..." I said, walking close enough to the counter to drop the purse I had woken up with on it. I was painfully aware of him still being nude, his partially hard dick right there.

"I don't know which is more fucked up. You being a guy, or the idea that fucking is some big shameful thing in your world. Sounds like you had everything completely backwards."

"I could say the same thing about this world," I said.

"Jesus." Scott said. "That's... I dunno. What the hell are you gonna do? People fuck all the time. Hell, if you had been about 30 seconds longer in explaining this to me, I would have been hiking your dress up and going to town."

I could feel my face heating up at the mental image of that. "Yeah, I know... I don't know what I'm going to do. There doesn't seem to be a good answer."

Scott folded his arms and shook his head. "You could hold up in here. You'd probably need a new job, but if you're anything like the old Riley, that'd be an improvement."

I let out a short laugh at that. "At least some things are consistent. I don't know that I want to bet on being able to get a job that'll let me work from home, and never leaving the apartment isn't really feasible. Even if I did manage all of that, what about when people come by? Markus, when stuff needs to be fixed."

"True. I know it's happened before," Scott said. I shuddered at that image. "How long do you have off work?"

"The doctor said I could probably push for the rest of the week off based just on the attack. If I manage to see a shrink before then, I may be able to get a bit more. Why?"

"Well, the only other option that I can think of is trying to get used to it."

My eyes widened. "What the fuck?"

Scott held up his hands, leaning back. "Whoa, down girl..." I must have made a face, because he frowned. "Sorry, **** of habit. All I'm saying is, it's pretty unavoidable. People fuck, people are gonna wanna fuck you. Are you gonna fight them off or something? One woman, or man, against the entire world?"

"Is this all a ploy to try to get me to fuck you?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I tried to deny that you have a rocking body, and the old Riley and I have had some good times," Scott said. His voice faltered a bit and he looked sad. "But, somehow, I doubt you'll have the skills she did. Also, I'm not that big of a douche. I'm just pointing out that it would be the path of least resistance."

"I don't know..."

"Think on it, you don't need to make a decision this very moment. Just go chill or something." Scott shrugged and made his way to the living room, plopping onto the couch. I kicked off my shoes and headed toward my bedroom. As I opened the door, I cast a glance over at Scott. I could still see his dick.

Shaking my head, I walked into my room. Or... the other Riley's room. It was the same room, the same white walls. The things in it were different, though. The bed was still a queen, but now had a flowery comforter and light purple pillow cases. My furniture was all white and feminine, and there were jewelry boxes on top of the dresser. A vanity sat in one corner, covered with makeup that I didn't even know what I would do with even if I wanted to use it.

I decided to get changed, and pulled the dress off. As I tossed it into my hamper, I looked down at myself. My underwear was black and lacy, a matching set. I moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer. All of the underwear was the same. Frilly, feminine, with many pairs even being more provocative than the set I was wearing. More than a few pairs of panties were crotchless.

A groan slipped out of my lips, and decided to forego underwear entirely for now. Easier than sorting through that mess when I was already dealing with more than enough. Digging through the dresser, I found that the clothes were at least a bit better. I pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. As I pulled on the pants, I saw my vagina, a glistening fluid clearly visible.

I was wet? But why? Was it a consequence of this body? Were women always ready to go here? I let my mind wander as I thought on that, and found it returning to Scott, walking around naked. I could feel... something, as my breathing quickened. I **** my eyes closed as I finished pulling up the pants, then pulled the top on.

My eyes stayed shut as I leaned against the dresser. As much as I hated to admit it, Scott was right. I couldn't ignore my situation forever. Hell, it was clear that I couldn't ignore it for even a day. My body was clearly still, at least partially, playing by the rules of this world. It was still attracted to men.

The only question was, what would I do now?